Composition of rainy night in the second day of junior high school

Composition of rainy night in the second day of junior high school

In daily life or work and study, everyone has tried to write a composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Still at a loss for composition? The following is a rainy night composition I collected for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

The continuous high temperature hit the northern cities, and cities that have never experienced such weather were paralyzed in an instant, and people were unable to lift their spirits at work. Even Bai Yutang in the corner bowed his head at the moment. The city is looking forward to a heavy rain to wake it up and awaken people's subconscious feelings.

As dusk approaches, the sunset glow on the horizon is like a rendered Chinese painting, and pieces of clouds are gently embedded in the sky, forming a soft but romantic picture. I thought it would be sunny again tomorrow, but there is no sign of sudden change in the weather. The deep red sky is like a red dye that has been knocked over. From time to time, there is a "rumbling" sound on the horizon, which is far and near.

Listen, is it going to rain? Will the city be covered with hazy clothes? The sultry weather and unbearable low pressure make people breathless, and cicadas sing testily in the trees. After a while, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and people ran out of their homes happily to feel the long-lost coolness.

But I don't like them. I just opened the balcony window and reached out to feel the touch of rain dripping on my hands. "Knock, knock ..." It not only hit my hand, but also hit my heart.

This is in the downtown area of the city. Looking around, high-rise buildings have sprung up on this land, and neon lights dotted on the walls of high-rise buildings change their shapes and colors from time to time. Under the illumination of street lamps, the winding road shuttles between cities like a long winding dragon.

Thousands of glittering and translucent water droplets reflect the light from neon lights and float lightly like water mist. Fine raindrops gently covered my whole line of sight ... this rainy night was very calm. ...

In the morning, when you open the window, the trees washed by the rain give off a quiet fragrance, which is refreshing. After a heavy rain, the city is full of vitality.

This will be a new day!

The West Lake is a bright pearl. I believe everyone must have seen the West Lake on a sunny day! However, have you ever seen a rainy night in the West Lake? Let's take a look now!

Today, after dinner, my family came to the West Lake surrounded by Rain Girl. The rain drummed on the water, and it was quiet around. Suddenly, I heard a plop and turned to look, ah! A carp jumped out of the water and opened its mouth as if to say, "Happy birthday!" " Then he plunged into the water as if looking for a birthday present for me! Looking around, I saw the misty Baodi Mountain. The lights on the mountain are looming, just like a dragon blinking its eyes and guarding the beautiful West Lake. When we walked along the West Lake, I saw many bronze statues by the lake. They have different postures and rich expressions. Some of them are absorbed in playing chess together. A person is frowning, and the rain drops on his nose, as if his nose is sweating. One hand forgot to draw a bucket, and the other hand trembled and picked up the chess piece, hesitating to know where to put it. The other man stared at the chessboard, grinning, holding a teapot in one hand and shaking a fan leisurely in the other. It seems that he will win the game. Some people are slumped on stone benches, holding their chins in one hand and staring at the starry sky, perhaps wondering when their families will be rich. Others rowed small wooden boats, watching the lotus in the lotus pond grow day by day, watching the lotus grow white lotus seeds and thinking about the harvest at home. The more they think about it, the happier they are and the more excited they look. The light rain dripped on the bronze man, which was particularly clean.

The West Lake in rainy days is both beautiful and interesting. It not only has charming scenery during the day, but also has unique happiness at night. Welcome to visit.

It's raining heavily today, and the ground is full of rain. So I can only play at home at night.

After dinner, my mother chatted in the small shop at the gate of the yard. I am the only one watching TV at home. At about eight o'clock, I'm going to turn on the computer. I just pressed the switch of the computer, and the room was dark and I couldn't see anything. I thought the power was out. As soon as I ran into the kitchen, everyone else had electricity. Why do we have no electricity?

At this time, I was so scared that I cried in front of the mirror. Then, I'm going to find my mother. Only then did I think of calling my father, and the phone came through. I cried and said to my father, "Dad, I just pressed the power of the computer and there is no electricity." Dad said, "Don't worry, I'll show it to your uncle." I hung up and my mother went out to look for her. Mom came back, and so did my uncle. As soon as my uncle saw the fuse burn, he went back to get it. Mom moved the ladder out and my uncle came back. He climbed up the ladder with pliers and screwdriver in his hand. My uncle began to change the fuse. First, my uncle took off the screw and put on the fuse. My uncle's fuse is very thin, and our fuse is very thick. Well, I think this is a problem. My uncle is very clever. He just twisted two thin fuses together. I turned on the light in the living room and it came on. I am very happy. I hummed a song in front of the mirror. The fuse is fixed, and dad is back.

This evening is really exciting. Through this, I will be more calm and brave in the future!

Summer night, in the dormitory. I lay quietly in bed, breathing the cool breeze and thinking about home. ...

Outside the window, the thunder was faintly in the rain. The long rain brought me back to the tile house in the village-my home. Yesterday's years are rippling in the middle of the lake again. I'm looking for the cowherd boy riding on the back of the cow, the pupil who came home from school with his schoolbag on his back, the teenager who chased flowers and red dragonflies ... I'm looking for that innocent childhood.

At night, the roots of silver wire baptize the earth, and the rain moistens the phoenix tree along the street in my hometown and the small garden and vegetable garden in front of my home. I wonder if the collected rainwater overflowed the stream around the house. I wonder if my brother who loves to catch fish has any moves tonight? Today, I am a child who grew up in a mountainous area, bearing the expectations of my relatives and the praises of my neighbors, from small village to small town, from small town to city, but no matter how far I walk, I will never forget the green hills of my hometown and the country roads I have repeatedly walked through.

A timely rain in summer is the rain that farmers have been waiting for for a long time! It is the longing of cracked yellow land and the call of young crops. Green seedlings should be in the season of flowering and seed setting. The rain tonight will make your ears full and strong, right? I seem to see my father's smiling face and hear my neighbor's brisk footsteps.

Tonight's rain has also built a homesick bridge for my distant students. I miss my parents who work hard on this side of the bridge. I am willing to gently smooth the river that has been washed away by the wind and rain of the years on their foreheads, and share the burden of life for them with my tender shoulders, as long as my white hair is not allowed to climb their temples too early.

It's raining tonight, please send me a greeting and blessing!

Walking alone in the deserted street at night, I am lonely and tearing my lonely heart crazily. There is no sound. The cold coffee at home and the song falling at midnight gave me black eyes, but I found the light with it. Let the rain wash my heart. If the seas run dry and the rocks crumble and there are still tears, it will be a thousand cycles of waiting for you. I vaguely remember holding my grievances only when you hold me and say that I like you. At this moment, the tears of inexplicable happiness are unforgettable. It's very late to send you home for the first time. Not only you, but also the heavy love uploaded by bicycle. At midnight, I was tired of sleeping on the street. I can't stop the tears of love. I will never forget our cross-century kiss in the street when the Millennium bell rang.

Enchanting rainy night, lonely smoke, heartbroken wine, I like bars, which makes me feel really negative. The bar is ambiguous and warm, and the heart of all indulgence, ecstasy and desire darkens little by little with the night. The only thing I can catch is a little scarlet, trembling lips, cold tears ... I get drunk when I look at flowers, and my life is full. Looking back suddenly, I hate it.

Let my tears fly gently and my heart break slowly. A person, a person dancing in the street, I am not drunk, lonely. I look for loneliness in my dreams. I wonder if you would like to hold my hand. The warm sunshine warms your ears and mine. I will tell you quietly that you are a boat I crossed the river. You are the escalator I climbed. I buried my life in your arms and shed hot tears. It is you. I want to tell you from the bottom of my heart that I have nothing but myself, and I have not given others love and love all my life, so I give up and fulfill your pursuit.

One night.

I'm sleepy and feel a little cold. I'm about to cover the quilt tightly. Suddenly, I sat up as if I heard something. Regardless of the cold at night, he rolled over and opened the window barefoot.

A night wind mixed with raindrops came in, and I was shaking and completely awake. What am I doing? I asked, puzzled. After closing the window, I calmed down, glanced out of the window and became interested. Wrapped in a velvet quilt, I lay in front of the window and stared at the oil-painting world outside.

The street lamps in the street exude soft light in the misty rain, and the dim light covers the whole hutong, adding a little warmth to the cold rainy night. There are not many pedestrians. It is no exaggeration to say that it takes half an hour for a person to wear a raincoat and ride a car in a hurry. It's no wonder that the only people who haven't come home in the middle of the night are probably those who work at night. Gently pushed the window open a crack, and the rain star blew in with the wind. Occasionally, there are one or two barking dogs and complaints and curses from people who wake up in the distance. After that, there was only the whistle of drizzle and wind.

There was silence.

Don't turn on the light, the light of the street lamp outside is breathtaking, and the gauze like gold thread is sprinkled into the house through the window, just like sunshine. I lay motionless for fear of ruining such a beautiful moment.

The couple on the top of the balcony, all working at night, left their clothes hanging there unattended, silently struggling with the spring rain. The night wind blew it nowhere to hide, so it had to swing with the wind, and the shadow it cast and the light of the street lamp shot into the window together, forming a silent dynamic picture.

I don't know how long it took, and my legs and arms were numb. I stood up with difficulty and picked up the duvet that fell to the ground and bounced off by the dust.

I took a deep look at the green oil painting outside the window and closed the curtain.